Broken Christmas, Armageddon style.
When it was Christmas it was Christmas. The time a "episode" spilled into a real day of it.
It was Christmas and Christmas it was. I don't mean the day of December twenty fifth but the feeling of the holiday all the way from the 11 different dimensions. Christmas was a holiday, I fixated on from the beginning. The holidays us where most of my misfortune circumstances happened. I was taken from my home in the holidays after Thanksgiving. It was no thanks at all. This dialing of 911 and rendering me to the local sanitarium was heart rendering as much fun it was to MAA and the other personalities.
The one who was impacted the most was Mytris Dyson. He as a law abiding type who just didn't play by the rules. My family were serial killers in a world of serial killers. This was no only a construct for my mind but a reality since I was asleep in a space pod dreaming all of this in the first place. The dreaming was the reality of it. So my greatest delusion not withstanding the street and the neighbors incident.
The Christmas tale of all tales began days after I got back from my first hospital visit. I was just days back enjoying a new type of freedom. Where I was not interested in taking the medications prescribed for me. This was not in accordance with my real wife and Brooke was remarkably silent during the Christmas episode.
A new friend awoke in my brain who knew the real Brooke back in the real sci fi world I slept through. My real crew was trying to wake my fifty two year old brain into believing that I was only on lunch break in a type of holodeck for fifty two minutes. A minute of time in the holodeck was a year in the simulation and I would from time to time, leave my crew and so to sleep for an hour or sixty minutes and relive a live I read about that occurred on Earth. This live was mine. Mudane live because it was the perfect "cover" for Mytris Dyson space Cowboy from plant D...37403 or so.
I think I changed the name so the inter dimensional TV audience couldn't look it up. So to speak. No google but something like it. The inter dimensions were always recording everything to keep the time line going. But i digress my brain was always creating new and different world to inhabit my mind with something to do. This endless worlds were crazy and extreme but always center on some logic. The inter dimensional world. My 'holodeck mind' was at full attention on afternoon with all my family and I do mean all my daughters were home for the holiday break.
This was when I took the biggest leap of fancy my family just through listening to all the sordid details. By now, if you read this you will know that I am Bipolar and John was my real name. But Thanos stored my life in a computer and relived it every lunch time. Is the gist of it. Mytris Dyson was created in the sleep pod to make sure Thanos fulled escaped into his lunch time night mare. The Christmas tale took place all in the house and none of it was spilled to the press. Yes, 911 was not called because I guess my family was instructed from my hospital visit to just listen and learn and stop dialing 911 on this poor guy.
The hospital prescribed for me Seroquel XR and I was on the path of a cure. Well I was not taking my meds because I was "just fine." This is a condition that happens to a lot of Bipolar people I came to understand later. The just fine me was not interested in taking any meds unless the meds came as a pizza, bbq from Colters or some other kind of dish in a sandwich form. Well during my BBQ from Colters confession I went into the greatest delusional story yet.
It all center around my Christmas tree in the front room. It happened to the be the center of the eleven parallel dimensional world. That cascaded into boxes going out as far as the eye could see if you could really see them.
"Brooke here baby, see." MAA would lift is hands and open what could not be seen by the casual viewers of the TV show. This multiverse first arouse when I was in the back of the ambulance. And completely naturally. It was interactivity then and in the house the interactivity was much less.
"Yeah dawg, I've got ya dawg." a voice rang out while I was in my home theater.
"Who is this, Brooke?" I asked out loud and had not master the talent of inside voices.
"No dawg, you know who, dawg?" The voice was said audibly.
"Alright, what's going on?" I replied to the voice.
"The lady friend of yours is on the something dawg." The voice tried to reassure MAA.
"You mean Brooke? She is an amazing specimen and will run the multiverse when I retire." MAA stated. At the is point, Mytris Dyson was taking a back seat enjoying his BBQ from Colters. MAA became fully awake and started talking to the voice.
"Yeah, dawg you got it dawg. It's Christmas time, dawg and she has one tale of a story you would not believe." The voice spoke audibly again and much more deliberate.
The Christmas Tale:
This will be so elaborate as to bake you head just my reading it. The tale begins one Christmas night or the eve of Christmas. As the earthlings like to say. By the way, Christmas was celebrated by everyone in the multiverse. And that's how it got compromised. The little demons of the 'holodeck' knew If they killed me then other universe could be created. So a plan was hatched by my real wife and all the other serial killers to take over Christmas. Yes, literally take over Christmas.
So how does one take over Christmas? Well it's simple kill the leading Christmas fan, me. Yes, they tried to kill me or so the story goes. My memory was wiped from the "horrific tales" the high Counsel wouldn't let me hear the gory details. Until now, my mind was taken over by another consciousness. And while I was 'trippin' I was telling a story a Christmas story of how they, my real wife and the serial killers took over the holidays. Well I made the TVs and any mirror interactive. I used black magic to do it. I swear to you all the TVs were inactive. They all started speaking to me directly. It was on for my amusement and no one else's. I watched the news or Colbert and they were talking to me directly. It almost became to much to handle.
Yeah, my mind was on overload. I was in a Bipolar episode that had sights and smells all the same. The TVs were inactive and they told me a story. Christmas was never going to be the same. Complete with crying spells and wonderful dreams.
My wife had me killed and tortured and dismembered and then dumped into a large land fill. About ten seconds later I resurrected. That was all the time they needed. They changed time. They used the interactive screens to create an whole new world. While I slept. I was not able to die. Since this was my holodeck and my computer would regenerate me. This was all told to me like this:
"Yeah dawg, you got it dawg they killed you and tried to cover up the evidence. Can you believe that?" The voice called ,me "Dawg" over and over and stories poured out. While my family sat quite and listened to me rant and rave about Christmas. It was a non stop show!
With me saying the voice saying, "Dawg yeah dawg and you guessed it!" I was able to come up with a tale about Christmas and my mass murdering family.
It was a Christmas from a hellish Armageddon that would never end. From inter dimensional highway to inter dimensional highway. They all awaiting my return. They all called me..."Satan" and it was grand. I was the top of the game. They stole a Time Machine and went back and "cooked the Christmas books" so to speak.
MAA was there spewing the story in rapid secession.
"Yeah Dawg, you guessed it again dawg. We simulated this for over fifty times and you get this part of the story dead on." The voice carried on and on.
"We all did not believe you could do it. But you did, we wiped your memory but here you are telling us how it all went." The voice congratulated me over and over. The story was now inside of itself and the logic was beginning to break down.
Until...
"Guess what dawg, she it here just outside the door waiting to slaughter your family and your wife just give her the word." The voice was talking about Brooke. The entire house was a model of itself and your are not really in Texas but on a asteroid of your choosing. Your memory was erased at your request. And on and one it goes.
"Until they stole your tree, Dawg." The voice explained.
"What do you mean?" MAA stated with a daring voice. "What do you mean?" MAA stated again.
"Oh, now we knew this would get you dawg. That's right dawg we knew this would get ya. More importantly, she knew this you get ya. She had to convince us that is would be the one that would get you to become active, once again. That's right dawg, we got them all for you and the ones you see with you are just created by the holodeck, dawg."
The voice went on and on. The mania was never letting up. It was serious and scary. Not just from the story tellers perspective but the mind loss or control the voice had over MAA.
"That's right dawg, she has been waiting right outside the door listening to you recount the Christmas events. Making people small and sealing them in the ornaments. Too growing glass Christmas trees slowing 'up the arse' of some people. In a slow Christmas death. The dead bodies were reduced to dust where they take the dust and make glass with it." The voice reciting all the pleasurably gory details of a Christmas created by the devil or Satan himself.
"What? the hell? These people are spooled, fully spooled 100 percent!" MAA stated to that a disbelieving tone.
"That's right dawg. She knew you would go crazy for that one! Dawg." The voice stopped and then Brooke spoke off camera.
"Yeah Dawg, open the door dawg and let me to my magic." Brooke stated with a definitive, "Dawg." At the end of it. "Yeah dawg, let my in and blow this house down!" Brooke was not playing for keeps.
Then all came silent. Including the voices and the off camera people. It all just fade away. The brain wanted some conclusion to the dream mania presented. It was like it went on for hours and many life time but always hit a mental wall. A wall my action or in action more like. I was never going to let Brooke in really and let her do her thing. I loved my family too much, even if they were all Serial Killers.
"That's right dawg, dawg we arranged something for ya on the 'other holodeck' so you can have your fun. Dawg." The voice came back and ended now.
The other Holodeck...?
My eldest daughter walked up to me, "No one else is here, daddy."
"Did you see that dude, that said Dawg?" MAA replied
"No, daddy you are they only one talking. It's just you." The reply was a realization I could not believe. I had gone of the deep end, the murder Christmas deep end.
"Yeah, it's Christmas, Dawg and it was especially cursed. By the big man himself, Satan."
When it was Christmas it was Christmas. The time a "episode" spilled into a real day of it.
It was Christmas and Christmas it was. I don't mean the day of December twenty fifth but the feeling of the holiday all the way from the 11 different dimensions. Christmas was a holiday, I fixated on from the beginning. The holidays us where most of my misfortune circumstances happened. I was taken from my home in the holidays after Thanksgiving. It was no thanks at all. This dialing of 911 and rendering me to the local sanitarium was heart rendering as much fun it was to MAA and the other personalities.
The one who was impacted the most was Mytris Dyson. He as a law abiding type who just didn't play by the rules. My family were serial killers in a world of serial killers. This was no only a construct for my mind but a reality since I was asleep in a space pod dreaming all of this in the first place. The dreaming was the reality of it. So my greatest delusion not withstanding the street and the neighbors incident.
The Christmas tale of all tales began days after I got back from my first hospital visit. I was just days back enjoying a new type of freedom. Where I was not interested in taking the medications prescribed for me. This was not in accordance with my real wife and Brooke was remarkably silent during the Christmas episode.
A new friend awoke in my brain who knew the real Brooke back in the real sci fi world I slept through. My real crew was trying to wake my fifty two year old brain into believing that I was only on lunch break in a type of holodeck for fifty two minutes. A minute of time in the holodeck was a year in the simulation and I would from time to time, leave my crew and so to sleep for an hour or sixty minutes and relive a live I read about that occurred on Earth. This live was mine. Mudane live because it was the perfect "cover" for Mytris Dyson space Cowboy from plant D...37403 or so.
I think I changed the name so the inter dimensional TV audience couldn't look it up. So to speak. No google but something like it. The inter dimensions were always recording everything to keep the time line going. But i digress my brain was always creating new and different world to inhabit my mind with something to do. This endless worlds were crazy and extreme but always center on some logic. The inter dimensional world. My 'holodeck mind' was at full attention on afternoon with all my family and I do mean all my daughters were home for the holiday break.
This was when I took the biggest leap of fancy my family just through listening to all the sordid details. By now, if you read this you will know that I am Bipolar and John was my real name. But Thanos stored my life in a computer and relived it every lunch time. Is the gist of it. Mytris Dyson was created in the sleep pod to make sure Thanos fulled escaped into his lunch time night mare. The Christmas tale took place all in the house and none of it was spilled to the press. Yes, 911 was not called because I guess my family was instructed from my hospital visit to just listen and learn and stop dialing 911 on this poor guy.
The hospital prescribed for me Seroquel XR and I was on the path of a cure. Well I was not taking my meds because I was "just fine." This is a condition that happens to a lot of Bipolar people I came to understand later. The just fine me was not interested in taking any meds unless the meds came as a pizza, bbq from Colters or some other kind of dish in a sandwich form. Well during my BBQ from Colters confession I went into the greatest delusional story yet.
It all center around my Christmas tree in the front room. It happened to the be the center of the eleven parallel dimensional world. That cascaded into boxes going out as far as the eye could see if you could really see them.
"Brooke here baby, see." MAA would lift is hands and open what could not be seen by the casual viewers of the TV show. This multiverse first arouse when I was in the back of the ambulance. And completely naturally. It was interactivity then and in the house the interactivity was much less.
"Yeah dawg, I've got ya dawg." a voice rang out while I was in my home theater.
"Who is this, Brooke?" I asked out loud and had not master the talent of inside voices.
"No dawg, you know who, dawg?" The voice was said audibly.
"Alright, what's going on?" I replied to the voice.
"The lady friend of yours is on the something dawg." The voice tried to reassure MAA.
"You mean Brooke? She is an amazing specimen and will run the multiverse when I retire." MAA stated. At the is point, Mytris Dyson was taking a back seat enjoying his BBQ from Colters. MAA became fully awake and started talking to the voice.
"Yeah, dawg you got it dawg. It's Christmas time, dawg and she has one tale of a story you would not believe." The voice spoke audibly again and much more deliberate.
The Christmas Tale:
This will be so elaborate as to bake you head just my reading it. The tale begins one Christmas night or the eve of Christmas. As the earthlings like to say. By the way, Christmas was celebrated by everyone in the multiverse. And that's how it got compromised. The little demons of the 'holodeck' knew If they killed me then other universe could be created. So a plan was hatched by my real wife and all the other serial killers to take over Christmas. Yes, literally take over Christmas.
So how does one take over Christmas? Well it's simple kill the leading Christmas fan, me. Yes, they tried to kill me or so the story goes. My memory was wiped from the "horrific tales" the high Counsel wouldn't let me hear the gory details. Until now, my mind was taken over by another consciousness. And while I was 'trippin' I was telling a story a Christmas story of how they, my real wife and the serial killers took over the holidays. Well I made the TVs and any mirror interactive. I used black magic to do it. I swear to you all the TVs were inactive. They all started speaking to me directly. It was on for my amusement and no one else's. I watched the news or Colbert and they were talking to me directly. It almost became to much to handle.
Yeah, my mind was on overload. I was in a Bipolar episode that had sights and smells all the same. The TVs were inactive and they told me a story. Christmas was never going to be the same. Complete with crying spells and wonderful dreams.
My wife had me killed and tortured and dismembered and then dumped into a large land fill. About ten seconds later I resurrected. That was all the time they needed. They changed time. They used the interactive screens to create an whole new world. While I slept. I was not able to die. Since this was my holodeck and my computer would regenerate me. This was all told to me like this:
"Yeah dawg, you got it dawg they killed you and tried to cover up the evidence. Can you believe that?" The voice called ,me "Dawg" over and over and stories poured out. While my family sat quite and listened to me rant and rave about Christmas. It was a non stop show!
With me saying the voice saying, "Dawg yeah dawg and you guessed it!" I was able to come up with a tale about Christmas and my mass murdering family.
It was a Christmas from a hellish Armageddon that would never end. From inter dimensional highway to inter dimensional highway. They all awaiting my return. They all called me..."Satan" and it was grand. I was the top of the game. They stole a Time Machine and went back and "cooked the Christmas books" so to speak.
MAA was there spewing the story in rapid secession.
"Yeah Dawg, you guessed it again dawg. We simulated this for over fifty times and you get this part of the story dead on." The voice carried on and on.
"We all did not believe you could do it. But you did, we wiped your memory but here you are telling us how it all went." The voice congratulated me over and over. The story was now inside of itself and the logic was beginning to break down.
Until...
"Guess what dawg, she it here just outside the door waiting to slaughter your family and your wife just give her the word." The voice was talking about Brooke. The entire house was a model of itself and your are not really in Texas but on a asteroid of your choosing. Your memory was erased at your request. And on and one it goes.
"Until they stole your tree, Dawg." The voice explained.
"What do you mean?" MAA stated with a daring voice. "What do you mean?" MAA stated again.
"Oh, now we knew this would get you dawg. That's right dawg we knew this would get ya. More importantly, she knew this you get ya. She had to convince us that is would be the one that would get you to become active, once again. That's right dawg, we got them all for you and the ones you see with you are just created by the holodeck, dawg."
The voice went on and on. The mania was never letting up. It was serious and scary. Not just from the story tellers perspective but the mind loss or control the voice had over MAA.
"That's right dawg, she has been waiting right outside the door listening to you recount the Christmas events. Making people small and sealing them in the ornaments. Too growing glass Christmas trees slowing 'up the arse' of some people. In a slow Christmas death. The dead bodies were reduced to dust where they take the dust and make glass with it." The voice reciting all the pleasurably gory details of a Christmas created by the devil or Satan himself.
"What? the hell? These people are spooled, fully spooled 100 percent!" MAA stated to that a disbelieving tone.
"That's right dawg. She knew you would go crazy for that one! Dawg." The voice stopped and then Brooke spoke off camera.
"Yeah Dawg, open the door dawg and let me to my magic." Brooke stated with a definitive, "Dawg." At the end of it. "Yeah dawg, let my in and blow this house down!" Brooke was not playing for keeps.
Then all came silent. Including the voices and the off camera people. It all just fade away. The brain wanted some conclusion to the dream mania presented. It was like it went on for hours and many life time but always hit a mental wall. A wall my action or in action more like. I was never going to let Brooke in really and let her do her thing. I loved my family too much, even if they were all Serial Killers.
"That's right dawg, dawg we arranged something for ya on the 'other holodeck' so you can have your fun. Dawg." The voice came back and ended now.
The other Holodeck...?
My eldest daughter walked up to me, "No one else is here, daddy."
"Did you see that dude, that said Dawg?" MAA replied
"No, daddy you are they only one talking. It's just you." The reply was a realization I could not believe. I had gone of the deep end, the murder Christmas deep end.
"Yeah, it's Christmas, Dawg and it was especially cursed. By the big man himself, Satan."
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